Dorian Gray, Vampire Killer?
Rated: R, just in case
Disclaimer: I do not own Dorian or any of the cast of Angel or any other characters I decide to throw in
Summary: Wesley comes across Dorian's portrait and somehow manages to bring him back and of course Dorian stirs up some trouble, and there is a little bit of slashing going on
Dorian Gray, Vampire Killer?
Wesley was rummaging through Wolfram and Hart's archives. He was looking for any information that would help him figure out the Shanshu prophecy. Suddenly, his hand brushed against a picture frame. Wonder what this is, Wesley asked himself. The frame was somewhat heavy and old. Wesley found himself staring at a picture of a beautiful man.
The man had long brown hair, deep chocolate eyes, and a cocky smile across his face. There was no doubt that this man was very attractive. Wesley picked up the portrait and returned to his office. He must have spent hours staring at this man. There was a secret hidden within this picture and Wesley was determined to figure it out.
"Wes?" Angel asked.
A startled Wesley knocked the picture onto the floor.
"Yes?" Wesley replied.
"Have you found any more information on the Shanshu?" he asked.
"No, but I'm doing my best."
"I know, just let me know if you find anything."
"Yeah."
The picture frame had cracked and split. Damnit, Wesley thought to himself.
"I'm such an idiot," Wesley muttered out loud.
"I wouldn't say that," a deep English voice said.
Wesley turned around to find himself face to face with the man from the picture.
"Thanks for freeing me. I've been stuck in that picture since 1899," he said, giving Wesley that sarcastic smile.
"Your quite welcomed. I'm Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. And you are?"
"Dorian Gray."
Dorian took Wesley's hand in his. A soft blush crept up Wesley's face; he felt an attraction to Dorian.
"Would you like me to get you some food or perhaps some tea?" Wesley asked.
"Tea would be wonderful, and, if you don't mine, a change of clothes. The times seem to have changed."
"Of course."
Wesley left his office, trying to get his mind back together. He had heard of this Dorian Gray before, but where? Apparently Spike and Angel were fighting again. Those two always put on a good show.
Wes returned with tea for the both of them and some more modern clothes for Dorian.
"Black?" Dorian asked, flashing that sexy smile of his.
"I think the color suits you."
Dorian began to undress and Wes felt a blush start to creep up his face again. The man had a fantastic body. Smooth, taut and tanned.
"You're right, black does suit me," Dorian replied.
"So, umm, if you don't mind me asking, how did you get stuck in that picture?"
"A jealous girl put there," he said.
Wes fiddled with his glasses. He didn't know what to say.
"What exactly is this place?" Dorian asked, sitting down next to Wesley and picking up a cup of tea.
"It's a law firm. My friends and I sort of inherited it."
"Can I meet these friends?"
"Certainly."
Before they reached the door, Dorian grabbed Wesley's arm.
"Don't worry, Wes. I feel the same way about you," he said.
He planted a firm kiss on Wesley's mouth. Wes was a little taken aback. Yet, he was happy at the same time.
"So, about those friends of yours?"